Blake kept staring at her computer. There were many documents that sat there from her tons of attempts at writing anything meaningful. She didn't really want to be a writer but the idea of putting something down as written word that meant something had always been stuck in her head. Nothing on that screen was meant to be anything big and she never put a ton of effort into anything. Nothing except one document.

It sat within the mess of other documents without anything to give it away. Blake had reread it hundreds, if not thousands, of times. Since the day she wrote it, it was like a ghost haunting her wherever she went. Especially on days where she just couldn't get herself to care about much. Eventually it got to the point where Blake could recite that note to herself word for word without pause. It was surprising to her when she thought about it one day in class. She even nearly laughed out loud when she realized that fact. The only thing that stopped her was the potential of everyone looking at her like she was crazy.

There was a bit of comfort from that document. It was there and gave proof of what Blake was thinking as she waded through week after week of her life. It was always there for her. Even if it was only some words on a bright screen in a dark room it was still there. She could still read it and make her feel grounded to reality.

Blake sighed to herself. A small part of her hated the feelings it dredged up from the back of her mind. Another part almost felt like she craved it. Even as she let a finger slide down her wrist, over the gentle bumps that raised her skin, she was reminded of a desire that ate at her. It was something she felt she needed to be ashamed of. She even actually was ashamed at some point. Then Yang happened.

Blake would read stories of how someone would enter your life like a new shining sun. They would make everything brighter and better instantly. Their sadness would quickly subside as they lived a happy life with that person. Those were just stories though. Yang wasn't some fix-all problem to make Blake happy no matter what happened. Blake didn't have a smile plastered to her face every time she saw her girlfriend or anything like that. Instead, Yang was like those small fairy lights that some people would hang up in their small bedrooms to make it not seem so confining. Yang wasn't the solution to her problems, but she definitely kept them at bay as they would hold each other and simply talk through their days. If they weren't together at the moment then it would be like if those comforting lights turned off, but the feeling of the dark was different. Blake found comfort in knowing that, like the flip of a light switch to turn them back on, she could call or even go see Yang to feel at home yet again.

Even now, all of those thoughts alone was enough to make Blake feel a bit better. Granted, the only sure fire way to keep that feeling going was to go and… The sound of Blake's phone right next to her hand on her mouse broke her thoughts immediately. Almost like she could read Blake's thoughts, Yang had decided to call. Blake was just thankful that no one could see the small smile her face held or the lack of hesitation when trying to grab her phone. One click and she knew she was connected to her girlfriend. "Yang?" She asked.

"Hey, Blakey!" Yang said excitedly as usual. "What are you up to?"

Blake wanted to roll her eyes at that question. "You always know my answer, Yang. I'm at home in my dark room, staring at a computer screen."

"Aww," Yang replied. "Not going to turn a light on then?"

"Probably not." Blake playfully replied.

"Even if I asked you super nicely? I know I want to just chill out in the dark every now and then but you're always doing that." Yang pointed out. "It can't be healthy to do that."

Blake had already heard these kinds of things before but she never understood the reasoning. "People tell me that but I've always felt a bit more comfortable with the lights dimmed or off."

"I know, I know." Yang said. "I'm just a worry wart, blah blah blah.."

Blake giggled. "It's really sweet that you do worry, Yang." She admitted.

"I'm glad you think that. Ruby always gets annoyed when I go into 'Big Sister' mode." Yang said.

"Isn't she supposed to get annoyed when you do, though?" Blake asked. "I thought that was just the norm' between sisters?"

Yang's sigh could be heard clearly through the phone. "I guess. I'm just worried about her growing up and such."

"She's only one grade under us, Yang. She's probably already as grown as we are." Blake pointed out.

"No, no, no!" Yang said quickly and loudly into Blake's ear. "She's got to always be my little baby sister! She needs my guidance to make it through teenage life."

Blake wanted to laugh. "I think Weiss is already helping with that from what you've told me."

"They're probably making out or something as we speak…" Yang grumbled. "Ruby is never here anymore. After school, she goes to Weiss' house. When it should be time to come home, she just tells us that she's staying over there for the night. I'm pretty sure she's only been home for maybe two hours total this week so far…"

"To be fair, Yang…" Blake started. "I've spent quite a bit of time at your house rather than my own too."

"Well yeah.." Yang admitted. "But you have reasons for that! Ruby, on the other hand, doesn't have any reasons to want to avoid us!"

Blake felt the rare need to comfort her girlfriend. "Maybe that's not it. Maybe she just really likes being with Weiss?"

"Maybe.." Was all Yang said about that idea. "Well, what about you then?" Yang asked, quickly rebounding herself. "Do you like it over here more than being in your dark room all day?"

"Anytime I'm talking to you or with you, I feel a little bit brighter no matter the environment." Blake said. It was something she had wanted to say to Yang for a long time now. It was the truth and Blake didn't want to hide too much from Yang.

Yang was even silent for a few seconds after that. "Jeez, Blake…" Yang said, her voice taking on the quiet, shy tone that Blake loved. "We've been dating for like a year and I'm still not used to when you talk like that."

"You make me happy." Blake said. "And I like to express that to you when I can.."

"I know, Blakey.."

There was a silence between them for a little bit before a thought crossed Blake's mind. "Hey, Yang?"

"Yea?"

"Why did you call in the first place?" Blake asked.

"Well…" Yang's shyness was showing again. "I just kinda wanted to hear your voice before I went to bed in a bit.." Blake's heart almost short circuited for a second. "You come over so often and stay the night so much that I've kinda gotten used to you being here when I'm going to sleep."

Blake's smile could only get so wide. "Sometimes you're more adorable than Ruby." Blake teased.

"Blaaaake!" Yang whined.

"Okay, okay, Yang." Blake said, then had an idea. "How about I read stuff while you go to sleep?"

She could almost hear the gears turning in Yang's head. "Would you actually do that for me?" Yang asked finally.

"Why wouldn't I? It'd give me something to do instead of just browsing the web. Plus, a reason to read my books at home instead of saving them for school." Blake explained.

"Well, if you're fine with it then I'd love it if you did…" Yang said quietly.

Blake chuckled to herself. "Okay, let me grab a book real fast." Blake said. She reached up to a shelf above her monitor and pulled off a book that she was only half way through. As she opened it and placed it in front of her so she could read it in the monitor light, her eyes wandered back to what was on the monitor itself. She frowned for a second and closed out of the document so all there was just its listing in a sea of other documents. Blake could unfortunately still see it in the list as, "Snote- Last modified, 2 years ago." Despite everything that's changed, she just couldn't bring herself to delete it yet.

She just shook it off and put her attention back to Yang and the book. "Okay, I've got one to read. You ready, Yang?" Blake asked.

"Totally, Blakey!" Yang excitedly replied. "I'm bundled up in my covers and everything."

"I'm a little jealous." Blake said. "You know I love your covers."

Yang laughed. "Well next time you come over, I'll make sure to fluff them up and warm 'em up in the dryer so they'll be perfect for you!"

Blake's smile was easily back. "I'll hold you to that, Yang. You know that."

"Oh I know!" Yang said while laughing. "I keep my promises. Especially if they involve you…"

"I know, Yang…" Blake softly confirmed before firing back up to read. "Okay. I'm starting at chapter four so you might not know what's going on for a few pages." Blake warned.

"That's fine." Yang said. At that confirmation, Blake began to read out loud. Yang would ask questions about the story at first but Blake could tell when she started to get sleepy. Her comments slowed down and were occasionally punctuated with small yawns. Every now and then Blake would stop reading and wait a second to see if Yang was fully asleep only to hear Yang tell her she was still, barely, awake. Blake would simply keep going and that process repeated until Blake stopped one last time and could only hear Yang's soft snoring.

She placed a bookmark into the book and closed it. Blake figured now was finally a good time for her to also go to bed so she turned her monitor off and picked her phone up. "Goodnight, Yang." Blake said softly so the girl wouldn't wake up accidentally. "Love you." Reluctantly, Blake ended the call and got into bed, letting that warm feeling she had left over from her call with Yang lull her to sleep.